Well, I'm known to wreck a mic like a prince
So all hail to the raw deal, on a scale, your style's frail
I don't believe I can fail 'cause I'm headstrong
You're trackin' me, plus jackin' me, knowin' that you're dead wrong
I got a TEC for those that wanna step, you're ghost
'Cause since you're playin' me close, you're gettin' checked
And I can't conceive a better way to do it
So any of my comp, get ready to be stomped, there's nothin' to it
'Cause I got piles of wicked styles and files of tracks
I get wild with a South Bronx style of rap
So you think you got raps on happily
How's that? You couldn't sew shirts in a factory
You're what I label as a hip-hop hypocrite
You smile in my face, behind my back, runnin' off with limp
But I got somethin' to kill that though
I'm a real rap pro, bad bro, so now you know
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
Now back to the scene of the crime, I was taught to bust a nine
At any and all who's out of line, yo
That's the way I was shown how to hold my own
Until I found other ways on the microphone
I used to see so many out on the ave die
Hung high, playin' their game and that's why
So many up in the Bronx, they got done
For livin' their lifestyle of crime like it was fun
But now I'm hittin' you hard and pullin' the cards
Of those that wanna act a fool, they got schooled
And got caught with a right to the mug
It wasn't enough 'cause they wanted to bug and caught a slug
And got their bodies just laid to rest
'Cause in the streets, you gotta get all you can and no less
The first minute you do, you get bucked
So you and your crew better duck when you're steppin' to the Bronx
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
The TR-808, straight, straight from the Bronx
Check it
I wanna take this time to send this out to my man Greeno
And to my man Scott La Rock
'Cause if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here today
But since I'm here, I'ma continue to make funky music for my brothers
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm outta here
Peace
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